I was born to fight
Be violent and defend my views
I was also born to be passionate
Care about my words
To be violently poetic is the way I was made
Violence is poetic by nature
And poetry, also violent by nature
It’s a fact you can’t have one without the other
Poetry without violence is green with yellow but no blue
Orange with red but no yellow
A completely all red-purple void of blue
Take one colour away and say goodbye to the others
Passion
The orange between to the day and night
So harsh and soft
Poetic and violent
The blues of the ocean
Soft lapping motions or harsh and sudden waves
Relaxed or stressed
Opposites that cannot exist without the other
Mozart without piano
Life demands the passion of poetry and the strength of violence
The demand to be together
They require each other
And life would be dull and colorless without it
That constant contradiction
No life without death
And no colour without black and white
No rain without sun
No heat without cold
Contradiction is the unavoidable truth of life
A life of poetic violence
A life of living, not just existing
An infinite life free of an end
A poetically violent life
It's how I was born
And it is my purpose
About the Creator
Steph Sinclair
A young poet.
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